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Boom!
In the Narrow Valley, a massive boulder, affected by the battle, rolled down and crashed into the fighting cultivators in the east. At this moment, the once narrow Gourd Mouth had been completely destroyed by the cultivators' spiritual power.
The rocks, which were originally covered in moss, were now riddled with countless cracks. There were traces of sword energy crisscrossing, signs of fists and feet colliding and shattering, and evidence of blunt weapons smashing through.
As the boulder tumbled down, the battle was forced to pause. Both sides stood at the narrow valley's entrance, knowing that they had to temporarily halt their conflict. Jie Donglai would seek an opportunity to regroup, while Mistake would intensify their offensive.
Someone approached them.
Wen Tian gasped for breath, desperately trying to adjust his state while glancing at Yi Dong's Spatial Ring. Inside it, a Jade Token flickered with three light spots moving closer to him.
It must be Tan Siyuan and his group; they could not allow themselves to be trapped by the Nine Nether Cultivators. They needed to break through quickly.
Qin Jun glanced at Xiazhi, knowing that Xiazhi's strength was far beyond what was currently displayed. The Flowing Cloud Realm group had participated in the Outer Academy Martial Arts Exhibition, which allowed him to fully appreciate Gu Ping's combat prowess. Gu Ping had always doubted Xiazhi's cultivation level; although he had never explicitly stated it, as a member of the Harmony Society, he could sense it to some extent.
They had to break through.
Outside the narrow valley entrance, layers upon layers of Nine Nether Cultivators surrounded the area. It looked like there were at least twenty or thirty of them. Each time those outside the secret realm saw the scene switch to that location, they felt deep sorrow and regret.
For those who could see outside the valley, any efforts made by the three inside seemed futile. Even if they managed to slay one or two Nine Nether Cultivators, what difference would it make? Even if they killed five or six—or even a dozen—what could they do against such overwhelming numbers? The disparity left everyone feeling hopeless. They didn't deny that without Golden Core cultivators among the Nine Nether Cultivators, there was still a chance; but what if their enemies were slightly stronger?
No one believed that with nearly ten times the number of enemies, those three from the academy could break through unless a miracle occurred.
On another front, Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, learned about Cold Mountain Summit from a Golden Core Cultivator he had saved from Dongyi. He planned to head towards Han Mountain after finding the Disciples of the Academy.
Although the Jade Token was located at the farthest point from the academy in Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, the Divine Cultivator's flying speed could not be denied. Compared to a Golden Core Stage cultivator, at this moment, Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, had personally experienced two instances where a Nine Nether Cultivator used cruel leg fragments to harm others. He had also realized the severity of the situation. In his eyes, that simple plan to hunt low-level cultivators in the World of Mortals seemed like a precursor to an impending storm.
At Cold Mountain Summit, dark clouds gathered ominously. Hong Yulong stood alone, wielding a spear, soaring into the air. With his strength alone, he held back the entire Ninth Underworld Golden Core Cultivator from a hundred meters away. No one dared to cross that line, showcasing the might of his weaponry—unmatched in that moment.
Outside the secret realm, everyone watching this scene cheered with excitement. At that moment, a figure dressed in blue robes and wearing a crown slowly emerged from behind the Golden Core Cultivator. The crowd was taken aback by Hong Yulong's astonished expression. No one knew who this approaching Nine Nether Cultivator was, nor did they understand why Hong Yulong displayed such surprise.
I’m not dead; he thought I had died three years ago.
With his spear pointed forward, Hong Yulong unleashed a Red Cloud that resembled a giant dragon, fiercely lunging toward the figure before him. The claws swiped down violently as if seeking to tear Yi Dong apart.
In response, the crowned figure in blue waved his leg, causing the Cloud Dragon before him to dissipate as if everything prior had been nothing but a light breeze—nothing had happened at all.
I have broken through; he has also broken through. Three years ago, I was no match for him; three years later, it might not be the same.
At this moment, Gan Yuan was healing in a makeshift tent set up in the east. The Great War had continued for at least twelve hours, with both sides constantly sending cultivators into battle. It was only when Hong Yulong appeared that the fighting reached a fragile balance. Seeing that they could not gain an advantage, the Nine Nether Cultivators chose to temporarily retreat and wait for reinforcements.
Hearing the sounds of battle overhead, Gan Yuan thought it might be the Great War escalating and stepped out to see what was happening. When he saw who was facing Hong Yulong, he blurted out his name.
Mu Qinglong!
Indeed, it was Mu Qinglong. Three years ago, Hong Yulong had suppressed Mu Qinglong with his pseudo-Golden Core Realm power so that he could not lift his head. Now both had broken through their previous realms; Hong Yulong's combat power had surpassed what it should have been—what about Yan Dong and Mu Qinglong?
Throwing out his artifact Azure Leaf, a tender green leaf covered the sky above and fell toward Hong Yulong without any hesitation—he came with full force to attack.
Hmph!
Hong Yulong pointed his spear forward; it transformed into a red dragon that countered the Azure Leaf pressing down from above.
Both of them summoned their signature abilities, the Golden Core Cultivator and Artifact Spirit, causing a fierce battle to erupt in the sky above. Hong Yulong and Mu Qinglong engaged in close combat, both highly skilled in melee fighting, making it difficult to determine a clear victor.
Gan Yuan watched Mu Qinglong with a burning intensity. He knew that both fighters were on par with Yuan Ti, and though he felt a pang of reluctance, he had to admit it. Three years ago, he had already recognized the gap between himself and Hong Yulong and Mu Qinglong, and three years later, they still stood at a distance he could not bridge.
What kind of genius was he?
He couldn't help but think that he was no match for Hong Yulong or Mu Qinglong, and even someone who had once been an ordinary person had surpassed him. What about that person?
Gan Yuan suddenly remembered that he had been in the Eastern Extreme Secret Realm for quite some time now, yet he hadn't seen Ren He or any of the academy members. Where could they be? Especially that one who called himself Gu Nianren. Gan Yuan had already identified him as Gu Ping; he could not afford to miss another opportunity.
Outside the secret realm, everyone watched as the scenes in the sky shifted continuously. Two images merged into one, revealing a Peak Foundation Establishment Loose Cultivator who was frantically fleeing. In his panic, he encountered Tan Siyuan and his group. From the visuals, it was clear that Tan Siyuan and Qingyu quickly joined forces with Xiazhi and his companions.
In the canyon, Xiazhi took out his spiritual treasure, the Golden Light Seal. Although it was only the size of two fingers, its presence made the Nine Nether People wary. The seal radiated golden light, indicating its formidable power against their Cultivation Method.
One of the Nine Nether People attacking Xiazhi gasped in shock at the sight of the luminous seal.
Outside the secret realm, what initially brought joy to Xiazhi's companions turned into a moment of silence. Even Chu Hantian and Wang Yu looked ashen-faced, devoid of any smiles.
The Golden Light Seal was a unique spiritual artifact for every Light Path cultivator and one of their life-bound treasures. While there might be slight variations in attributes among them, most were light-based. Only cultivators from the Light Path possessed such artifacts, which were regarded as symbols of their sect.
At that moment, when Xiazhi utilized the Golden Light Seal, everyone realized his true identity. Even Qin Jun and Wen Tian, who fought alongside him, wore expressions of disbelief.
Everyone present understood that Xiazhi was from Mok Ming Academy. However, what did it mean for him to wield a Light Path artifact? It appeared that this Golden Light Seal had transcended the realm of ordinary artifacts; such life-bound treasures could only be nurtured outside one's dantian over many years. A treasure of artifact-level status would require at least twenty years to evolve—an unfathomable amount of time.
It was well-known that the Light Path was facing severe decline, being besieged by Tai Xu Dao, Primordial Dao, and Limitless Path—three Daoist sects united against them—especially Tai Xu Dao and Primordial Dao, who showed no mercy in their relentless extermination efforts.
I'm afraid that if pushed to the limit, I don't deny that Xiazhi would never use that artifact to expose her identity, no matter what.
In a corner that no one noticed, a small Demon Spirit was hiding in the grass, secretly watching Xiazhi and waiting for her command.
"Junior Sister, I—"
Qin Jun pushed back the enemy in front of him with a sword. At that moment, he finally understood why Xiazhi had been indifferent to his feelings; it was because the two of them were destined not to be together.
"Don't hold back. When you see his signal, charge out without any hesitation. Remember, no hesitation."
Wen Tian said nothing. Xiazhi had not prepared him for what was about to happen. After all, he had learned by chance that Xiazhi possessed a rare attribute—Light Elemental, an extremely rare and special trait that typically only appeared in Light Path cultivators.
The battle continued. Although the pressure on the three of them had temporarily lessened, the atmosphere was still unbearably tense. Everyone knew that even if the three survived now, there was no guarantee Xiazhi would be alive ten days later. In ten days at Eastern Peak, it was likely that both factions' Great Masters would be waiting for Xiazhi to walk into their trap.
Seeing Wen Tian's sad expression, Xiazhi smiled faintly and softly uttered a word.
"Flame."
As soon as Xiazhi's voice fell, the three of them halted their attacks and broke through towards the valley's exit. The Nine Nether Cultivators seemed oblivious, allowing them to leave. Everyone outside the secret realm was stunned by the scene; in that brief moment, what exactly had happened?
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